I guess since this is the introductions page I should introduce myself or at least who I think I am.
I was born into a family of alcoholics, abusers, pedophies and all around lovely people. My mother went through all types of drug/alcohol addictions while in many diffenert relationships with severely abusive boyfriends who cut /beat her to peices. I was told I was such a good little girl for helping my naked mother clean off the blood and put medications on her open cuts. When just moments before I was told...I will kill your mother before the cops ever get here if you try to call for help. That is probably the best example of hundreds of events. I was also sexually abused for years as a small child by an Aunt/Uncle duo. I have years of memory loss during childhood as well as large gaps of memory loss over my adult life. I dont even recall some of the amazing and beuatiful memories of my childrens lives. Too busy living in my own head. Amazing how you can appear present with someone and they (as well as myself) have no idea I am living my own life in my head at the same time. (Does that even makes sense?)
I have always been the one in the family that everyone comes to for great advice. The one who "turned out so well despite my past". I was the rock. The one who could deal with lifes traumatic events because I was methodical and "didnt let me feelings get in the way." (yes, this has been told to me as a Good thing. Funny isnt it?) I was the golden girl. Good student, respectful,cheerleader all around good girl for the most part. For what any knew. I was secretely wanna be promiscuous. Taunting and teasing the boys but never allowing them anything. Playing with them like cat toys just because I could. Like moths to a flame.
I had my moments of teenage angst but I never allowed myself to lose control of myself. I MUST always be in control. Dont show anger, dont show sadness, dont show vulnerability. Laugh it off, act happy, Be Happy. Dont let anyone know what being you feels like. Dont let anyone know that you are broken. Dont tell anyone the truth. Be who everyone wants you to be. Conform. Dont rock the boat.
Long story short, because I know we could all go on forever about the conflicts in our heads, I was the good girl who somehow ended up in the wrong situation. Pregnant at 19, married because of it. Divorced a year later. Married again for money 13 years older than me. He would take care of me and my daughter, found out really quickly that he was a SERIOUS emotional and physical abuser. 5 years later - Divorced again to protect my daughter from my childhood.
Married again. For safety., Loyal, safe, "normal". Everything a partner is supposed to be right? Not for me. I dont know how to deal with normal. I isolated. I dissociated. I withdrew into my own mind about how awful I was and I didnt deserve someone like him. He would find me out and leave anyway. Had twi boys. I had an affair. Now preparing for my 3rd divorce. Did I mention I was only 37?
I am 37, mother to 3 kids, and severely broken. Lots of therapy later and I dont want to change. I am comfortable being uncomfortable and feel most safe being on edge and sad. Happiness makes me worry and feel guilty. I dont deal well with genuinely happy people. I think they are all hiding behind their smiles because life isnt good. Happiness isnt real. You must hurt to feel alive.
Nice to meet you.
I was born into a family of alcoholics, abusers, pedophies and all around lovely people. My mother went through all types of drug/alcohol addictions while in many diffenert relationships with severely abusive boyfriends who cut /beat her to peices. I was told I was such a good little girl for helping my naked mother clean off the blood and put medications on her open cuts. When just moments before I was told...I will kill your mother before the cops ever get here if you try to call for help. That is probably the best example of hundreds of events. I was also sexually abused for years as a small child by an Aunt/Uncle duo. I have years of memory loss during childhood as well as large gaps of memory loss over my adult life. I dont even recall some of the amazing and beuatiful memories of my childrens lives. Too busy living in my own head. Amazing how you can appear present with someone and they (as well as myself) have no idea I am living my own life in my head at the same time. (Does that even makes sense?)
I have always been the one in the family that everyone comes to for great advice. The one who "turned out so well despite my past". I was the rock. The one who could deal with lifes traumatic events because I was methodical and "didnt let me feelings get in the way." (yes, this has been told to me as a Good thing. Funny isnt it?) I was the golden girl. Good student, respectful,cheerleader all around good girl for the most part. For what any knew. I was secretely wanna be promiscuous. Taunting and teasing the boys but never allowing them anything. Playing with them like cat toys just because I could. Like moths to a flame.
I had my moments of teenage angst but I never allowed myself to lose control of myself. I MUST always be in control. Dont show anger, dont show sadness, dont show vulnerability. Laugh it off, act happy, Be Happy. Dont let anyone know what being you feels like. Dont let anyone know that you are broken. Dont tell anyone the truth. Be who everyone wants you to be. Conform. Dont rock the boat.
Long story short, because I know we could all go on forever about the conflicts in our heads, I was the good girl who somehow ended up in the wrong situation. Pregnant at 19, married because of it. Divorced a year later. Married again for money 13 years older than me. He would take care of me and my daughter, found out really quickly that he was a SERIOUS emotional and physical abuser. 5 years later - Divorced again to protect my daughter from my childhood.
Married again. For safety., Loyal, safe, "normal". Everything a partner is supposed to be right? Not for me. I dont know how to deal with normal. I isolated. I dissociated. I withdrew into my own mind about how awful I was and I didnt deserve someone like him. He would find me out and leave anyway. Had twi boys. I had an affair. Now preparing for my 3rd divorce. Did I mention I was only 37?
I am 37, mother to 3 kids, and severely broken. Lots of therapy later and I dont want to change. I am comfortable being uncomfortable and feel most safe being on edge and sad. Happiness makes me worry and feel guilty. I dont deal well with genuinely happy people. I think they are all hiding behind their smiles because life isnt good. Happiness isnt real. You must hurt to feel alive.
Nice to meet you.